This is a song about "Rims"

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

Rims, henny, and reminisce

I deserve cheers how i rap tour every year

Soon they see you on some rims they wanna kick it in gear

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

And i've been thinking bout you

My ride old but my rims new,

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on